image link One summer day, near the 4th of August, I decided to take a walk in the woods of the back 40. I’d never been that deep into the thicketed terrain, as it was mucky in places, blackberry thorns would mean certain tears at skin or clothing, and there were rumors every so often…
Year: 2017
Day 15 — OctWriMoPo — Cog
It’s 4:15, time to leave, to pick up kids who need rides, to services, just like every Tuesday. Starting to shut things down, getting my desk in order; my boss appears at the entrance to my cubicle. “It’s time for your annual review.” Oh really, you never even gave me one last…
Day 14 — OctWriPoMo — This Place
image link At the earth’s edge there is water, and from water we see the earth. Two elements, united by the wind. Congregated by amorphous clouds is the infinite blueness of the sky. The majesty sets our minds on fire. At sunset is the gleaming brilliance of fire. Red lights the ripples of dark…
Pep Ventosa — mesmerizing photos
Photographer Pep Ventosa is the Edge of Humanity Magazine contributor of this fine art photography. To see Pep’s body of work click on any photograph. See also: New Faces From The Past By Pep Ventosa via Artist Exposé – Fine Art Photography — Edge of Humanity Magazine
Day 12 — OctWriPoMo — Flash Vent
image link This poem is not about roofing materials. I named the poem Flash Vent, then put that in the yahoo image search and this is one of the jpgs that showed up. Since I love copper workmanship and liked the look of the workmanship in the photo I kept it. As you will see…
Day 11 — OctWriPoMo — Fall Haiku
sheets of pink-tinged grey raise walls between the orange orb and our sun-starved eyes yellowed grapefruit leaves — carting them inside where it’s warm saves trees from frost’s kill TPJPhoto.net — excellent photographer!!!!! spoonbills, herons, storks huddle together for warmth — not so much low tide
Day 10 — OctWriPoMo — Blue Eyes*
image link This poem needs an introduction. First, this is *not* an autobiographical piece. It *is*, however, a composite of some of the stories I’ve heard from the victims of sex trafficking. It’s *not* for the weak-hearted. It *is* a story that needs to be told. Secondly, the way it is put together is experimental…
Tao Talk 